Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Can,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.